This is a song about "Martiab"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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