This is a song about "Tricycles"

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

An unseen being casting universal curses

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service