This is a song about "Chempaka"

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Dial up words but they're not in service

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

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