This is a song about "Gjallahorn"

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service