This is a song about "Trickhotting"

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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

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,

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface