This is a song about "Iphones"

But i'm a champion ranting i'm stuck like mannequins

Everybody imprisoned inside iphones and galaxys,

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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

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