This is a song about "Gabs mateu"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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