This is a song about "Graduationt"

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

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

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

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

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously