This is a song about "Stacs"

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service