This is a song about "Virginty"

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

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous