This is a song about "Cocaiane"

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit