This is a song about "Jordana"

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/