This is a song about "Butches"

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Packed with potential my goal is give quality rather than quantity

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,