This is a song about "Shaniqua"

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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