This is a song about "Jaida"

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

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

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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