This is a song about "Gavin"

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

You know better not to mess with my verses..

Dial up words but they're not in service

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/