This is a song about "Upperclassmen"

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

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service