This is a song about "Impor"

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

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

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.