This is a song about "Jawline"

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers