This is a song about "Scumpy"

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

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely