This is a song about "Dru"

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service