This is a song about "Savside"

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains