This is a song about "Saddness"

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

'cause it was an admired service-man

The crowd's with me, all according to plan