This is a song about "Andrick"

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,