This is a song about "Barista"

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

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,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses