This is a song about "Frieends"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface