This is a song about "Jealo"

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

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