This is a song about "United parcel service"

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

My nigga, its all love

I do this as a service

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

That scary love, never get married love

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs