This is a song about "Ballons"

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

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

I had to make a difference on rap, not comedy. i have to admit honestly,

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

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