This is a song about "Brandyourself"

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,