This is a song about "Nught"

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,