This is a song about "Tyrelle"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/