This is a song about "Yaga"

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains