This is a song about "Byin"

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

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

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,