This is a song about "505"

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

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

Need a bottle? a diaper? a slobbery pacifyer?

It's youre highness, concieved thru the blunt fire

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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