This is a song about "Dimiss"

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

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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