This is a song about "Tittied"

Dial up words but they're not in service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit