This is a song about "Rp"

'cause it was an admired service-man

The crowd's with me, all according to plan

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,