This is a song about "Narcos"

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

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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.

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,