This is a song about "Toadman"

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

Cause i'm honestly a partially wobbly odyssey filled with dishonesty.

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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