This is a song about "Krys"

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Do yourself a favor quit sayin you know wish bone from bone thugs n harmony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.