This is a song about "Dacota"

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses