This is a song about "Toyota mr2"

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit