This is a song about "Shitt"

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers