This is a song about "Ebru alkac"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

No not the heiress just one from an escort service