This is a song about "Annaishere"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars