This is a song about "Hdf"

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,

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,