This is a song about "Shakirra"

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

Gave away for another day a real renisance man

'cause it was an admired service-man