This is a song about "Cayden"

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.