This is a song about "Tykwon"

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

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

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

They say with identity comes purpose

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service