This is a song about "Karlene"

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/