This is a song about "Granddad"

Hear my kin ask "if granddaddy will be dead"

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

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

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

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

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