This is a song about "Casimir"

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,