This is a song about "Evan saxton"

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

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

Dial up words but they're not in service