This is a song about "Sercan ilkgoren"

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

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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