This is a song about "Suki"

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

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

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