This is a song about "Sparklers"

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

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

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges