This is a song about "Lourdes"

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

Scream the unthinkable, hospitable divisional

If i'm not profane it is indeed a miracle