This is a song about "Fieni"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers