This is a song about "Zaeeee"

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars