This is a song about "Evan noll"

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

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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