This is a song about "Dinasour"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

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