This is a song about "Kiseri"

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins