This is a song about "Wasteyute"

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,