This is a song about "Museums"

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous