This is a song about "Stfu"

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

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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