This is a song about "Kelli"

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid