This is a song about "Besties"

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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,