This is a song about "Superswag"

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,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

So hurry up its an emergency