This is a song about "Explanai"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service