This is a song about "Tojan"

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely