This is a song about "Mauanna"

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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