This is a song about "Instagr"

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

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