This is a song about "Vaughny vo"

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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