This is a song about "Vnshvbhgbv"

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit