This is a song about "Rugrats"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

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

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/