This is a song about "Calzones"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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