This is a song about "Shanice"

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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

Doctor: no!!! nurse get in here! we have an emergency!

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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