This is a song about "Ftg"

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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