This is a song about "Suasage"

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

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service