This is a song about "Rampone"

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect 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.

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions