This is a song about "Kendama"

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses