This is a song about "Twlight spakle"

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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,