This is a song about "Rocco"

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Cause i'm honestly a partially wobbly odyssey filled with dishonesty.

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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