This is a song about "Sweetsy"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

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.