This is a song about "Toronot"

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

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