This is a song about "Apologising"

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

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

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli