This is a song about "Stanaway"

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

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously