This is a song about "Chalaeastwood"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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