This is a song about "Demy11"

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,