This is a song about "Weeb"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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,