This is a song about "Nicktronian"

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace