This is a song about "Merchant services"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Life's a war i'm a soldier in it i'm serving

And if you listening know you wondering

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

She butt-naked swimming, i'm paying for no attention