This is a song about "Squa"

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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