This is a song about "Cte"

But nigga don’t ride my dick when i’m on that high rise

Passos told me "it's a good job.really nice"

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

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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