This is a song about "Dawson gapeing"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

You never wanted dis to happen but det was your courtesy

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously