This is a song about "Tripoli"

For dumb asses who don't have brains, my rhymes are educational,

Called it, i made a sales jump like capital steez so you can skedaddle

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

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

Hot as some sriracha, you're fly as a peacock

Fragile with a capital 'f' i scream "fuck the feedback!"