This is a song about "Sistas"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,