This is a song about "Keiran"

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/

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service