This is a song about "Icetea"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,