This is a song about "Shaylynn"

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

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