This is a song about "United parcel service"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus