This is a song about "Schoop"

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service