This is a song about "Lov"

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

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

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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,