This is a song about "Mixtpe"

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service