This is a song about "Teching"

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

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,

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace