This is a song about "Yracism"

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

Dial up words but they're not in service