This is a song about "Katheryn"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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