This is a song about "Ozma"

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Dial up words but they're not in service