This is a song about "Ashley purdy"

Dial up words but they're not in service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

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

All u do is study geology, what i spit was a sign of terminal velocity,