This is a song about "Fatshit"

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

The crowd's with me, all according to plan

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

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