This is a song about "Honer"

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Due to pain and all the mental strain his brain was sharpening

Sike bitches these days are inside ugly like dykes

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

See im somthin bigger than the term thats ferocious,

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,