This is a song about "Bobo"

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

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

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,