This is a song about "Guac"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive