This is a song about "Harper"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Have sex, ask a girl "what to do hon'"

Your grammar sucks, did you write this on the john?

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,