This is a song about "Oliver oei"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/