This is a song about "Homocide"

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.