This is a song about "Pinagz"

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,