This is a song about "Pussay"

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters