This is a song about "Dequan"

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

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

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