This is a song about "Rcs services"

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,

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Butim still screamin in circles fuck tha free world

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

He's probably armed with intent to do bodily harm

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

One dime tossed on her lap! "thanks for the service but now your worthless"