This is a song about "Bitchesss"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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