This is a song about "Celina"

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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,

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

I had to make a difference on rap, not comedy. i have to admit honestly,

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