This is a song about "No service record"

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Until someone gives a try on a old record,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Dial up words but they're not in service

The minds of record labels

Or closed casket for our troubles

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

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

But my record remains impeccable

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

This is just me braggin for the record

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Here i go again, searching for love

Dial up words but they're not in service

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record