This is a song about "Sngie"

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

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