This is a song about "Dimaonds"

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses