This is a song about "Kemia"

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

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

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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