This is a song about "Codee"

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous