This is a song about "Cem"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Packed with potential my goal is give quality rather than quantity

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