This is a song about "Teabag"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service