This is a song about "Tamara"

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Dial up words but they're not in service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

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