This is a song about "Cricus"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

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

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

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit