This is a song about "Musc"

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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