This is a song about "Dirtbikes"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.