This is a song about "100kph"

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

My inferno simply burns yo, i'm straight outta hell

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses