This is a song about "Chais"

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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