This is a song about "Candace prickett"

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

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

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

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

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others