This is a song about "Watermellon"

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

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

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