This is a song about "Tracksuit"

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

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,