This is a song about "Cheee"

Classy verses write my perversions in cursive

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

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

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,