This is a song about "Juicebox"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

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/

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service