This is a song about "Bick"

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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