This is a song about "Slurpies"

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit