This is a song about "Roahn"

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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/