This is a song about "Simsimi"

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters