This is a song about "Kloie"

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

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit