This is a song about "Ec 1101"

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.

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service