This is a song about "Monay"

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/

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,