This is a song about "Hoigh"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Doctor: no!!! nurse get in here! we have an emergency!

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

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

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,