This is a song about "Extortionist"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You have bad fortune you foreign orphan, i like extortion,

Tiny bodies in the street, my word is new abortion

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,