This is a song about "Travis beleski"

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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.

They say with identity comes purpose

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service