This is a song about "Puncho"

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

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.