This is a song about "Weenr"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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