This is a song about "Dady"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit