This is a song about "Mitchist"

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains