This is a song about "Redplum"

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Dial up words but they're not in service

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,