This is a song about "Coas"

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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

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

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