This is a song about "The crowd s with me all according to plan cause it was an admired service man service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus my homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others dial up words but they re not in service i"

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven

I'm not just a pedestrian so go ahead and test me man cause in the end he did the best he can

Crack got her crazyguess who's giving birth to a babyi don't trip or let it fade mefrom out of the fryin pan

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Dial up words but they're not in service

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

He used to wrestle with others in the wwe together

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Together all the timethought it was true love

The crowd's with me, all according to plan

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love