This is a song about "Balik"

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service