This is a song about "Teemo"

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service