This is a song about "Tendies"

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,

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

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service