This is a song about "Punany"

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/