This is a song about "Zvoip"

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,