This is a song about "Smiole"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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