This is a song about "Hoodlife"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

An unseen being casting universal curses

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,