This is a song about "Booney"

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

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,