This is a song about "Frenchfry"

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax