This is a song about "Harriett"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

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

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