This is a song about "Meenah peixes"

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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