This is a song about "Annileka"

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.