This is a song about "Chub"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

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

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service