This is a song about "Nicoleta"

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

Packed with potential my goal is give quality rather than quantity

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit