This is a song about "Tooreal"

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

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service