This is a song about "Brony"

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,

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

'cause it was an admired service-man

You got some plan? your the big man?