This is a song about "Kolby"

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive