This is a song about "Julia borrelli"

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service