This is a song about "Fukboys"

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.

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

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

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses