This is a song about "Matinez"

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,