This is a song about "Daeyl"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Cause i'm honestly a partially wobbly odyssey filled with dishonesty.

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