This is a song about "Skyrims"

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions