This is a song about "Disconnection"

Delivering the bickering hoes to the bank, you couldn't kill me with a shivering tank,

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

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

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,