This is a song about "Wafflea"

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,