This is a song about "Armadill"

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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,