This is a song about "Slenderman"

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service