This is a song about "Kinsley"

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions