This is a song about "Beggs"

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.