This is a song about "Informatica"

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.