This is a song about "Windforce"

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously