This is a song about "Kyuucha"

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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