This is a song about "Meaghan"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters