This is a song about "Therape"

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

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

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

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

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins