This is a song about "Bany"

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service