This is a song about "Training to be a call center agent"

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Better call an ambulance to stand a chance

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

And life'll be a menace trying to finish the call out from denice,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

The center of attention like a toast before the wine sip

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

And now i need my heart to be replaced call me a surgeon

To go head to head with us and call it a threat.

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed