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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

I can teach you all the sounds of love

My destination/ filled with sully and saturation

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Here i go again, falling in love

I do this as a service

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

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