This is a song about "Badkrt"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.