This is a song about "Spys"

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

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

Your whole crew gunna claim treason

Like a sheaf gathered up in its season''

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,