This is a song about "Natile"

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

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

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

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service