This is a song about "Albin"

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

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

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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