This is a song about "Kitez"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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

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

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters