This is a song about "Wohmany"

I wish that was really true man

'cause it was an admired service-man

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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