This is a song about "Herbalife"

Packed with potential my goal is give quality rather than quantity

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

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

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