This is a song about "Zishan"

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Dial up words but they're not in 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,