This is a song about "Sedaja"

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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

Packed with potential my goal is give quality rather than quantity