This is a song about "Drysickle"

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

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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