This is a song about "Friendzone"

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man