This is a song about "Kila"

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

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