This is a song about "Chiefs"

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Stand tall like a staff sergeant, i command y'all to attack targets