This is a song about "Vapurwaves"

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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