This is a song about "Dobe"

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,

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service