This is a song about "Rastafari"

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

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

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