This is a song about "Sully vestige prestige cashmere service"

Like a south paw you get letand every breath i breathe untill the moment i'm deceased

Aligned myself with emcees so prestige believe, mainstream leaves ya brain size decreased

You're a vestige that's meant to end, so full stop, you're sentenced and

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

So now this work's been worthless

I do this as a service

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Hold to the glistening light every piece, with pride and prestige