This is a song about "Girlfre"

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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,

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