This is a song about "Authenticate"

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

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

Of a waiter but the way i'm dropping shit is major

Cold as ice on the diamond paper,

They keep our nations, keep it runnin', something to prove,

But shes lucky i never had the guts to say the truth