This is a song about "Mus"

How they rave with a phrase of rage, days of sonic,

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

Still standin' and in love with my pride heard frivolous beats, we past that

You fuck around in this game and get labeled a rat,

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,