This is a song about "Hacj"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

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

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

'cause it was an admired service-man