This is a song about "Swaq"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters