This is a song about "Ananaki"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

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