This is a song about "Mikaera"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax