This is a song about "Hummock"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Rejuvenating, as diplomatic, hypocrit, meticulous, speaking,

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.