This is a song about "Deathrow"

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,

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

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service