This is a song about "Zoella"

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

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

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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