This is a song about "Sy"

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains