This is a song about "Domeshot"

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

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

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