This is a song about "Spires"

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

Money and power come to us through direct sales,

Spit foul, a shit-owl, meet me at the trailer park

You niggas corny as fuck, i'm just a horny ass jock

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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