This is a song about "Snapchats"

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses