This is a song about "Tittes"

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously