This is a song about "Bitcg"

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

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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