This is a song about "Florifa"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

Darpa's agency will design self multiplying, land conquering, human raping technology