This is a song about "Sgit"

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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/

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service