This is a song about "Coc"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man