This is a song about "Istym"

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Dial up words but they're not in service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.