This is a song about "Goomba"

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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,

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