This is a song about "Figh"

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

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

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service