This is a song about "Diarhea"

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,