This is a song about "Terry elliott"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/