This is a song about "Deprestion"

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

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

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service