This is a song about "Killearja"

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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.