This is a song about "Silo"

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

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

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

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid