This is a song about "Shafting"

Out luck, rusted clutch, td has put you in a crutch.

Alarm clock ringing, eyelids glued shut

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

You know better not to mess with my verses..