This is a song about "Lucassleg"

Dial up words but they're not in service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses