This is a song about "Jhm"

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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.

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service