This is a song about "Xssc"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

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

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

Dial up words but they're not in service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,