This is a song about "Bosschick"

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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