This is a song about "Bords"

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

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service