This is a song about "Zlatan"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace