This is a song about "Igor"

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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.

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

It's optimal to just let me battle my fight.

I ball like stravinsky and nijinsky writing rite