This is a song about "Xylophones"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

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