This is a song about "Tortillaroll sisterfucker"

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/