This is a song about "Gade"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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