This is a song about "Madison melson"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,