This is a song about "Fairytales"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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