This is a song about "Mckenzie"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,