This is a song about "Alphas"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

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

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service