This is a song about "Darknesss"

Plant a seed of a tree to which its shade you will never see,

Collectin' all your debts call me a banker cause you owe me

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,

Hittin me with shade, worst than lebrons fade.

But next time we should probly wait