This is a song about "Jia"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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