This is a song about "Treds"

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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