This is a song about "Sacconejolys"

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service