This is a song about "Bactrack"

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Dial up words but they're not in service