This is a song about "Gary busey"

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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