This is a song about "Aranea"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit