This is a song about "Garrit"

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

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

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service