This is a song about "Jacy"

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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,