This is a song about "Blackbear"

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

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

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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