This is a song about "Member service"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Together all the timethought it was true love

My member enters and i'm enthralled

Competition on the court

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

I kill you're crew, murder every member////

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

A park side member, i burn like an ember