This is a song about "Omaha"

He knows it's a lie but it's all he ever had

You might decline the hit list's catch

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

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,