This is a song about "Whiteboy"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

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