This is a song about "United parcel service"

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

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.

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm breathing for a purpose

I do this as a service