This is a song about "Buu"

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service