This is a song about "Kuck"

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers