This is a song about "Timeea"

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,

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,

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