This is a song about "Tance"

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

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

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

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

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service