This is a song about "Kayne"

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

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

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,