This is a song about "Brydon"

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses