This is a song about "Gmm"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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