This is a song about "Vicissitude"

I feel so clownish, unaware of my surroundings

Of people who will chop me up like slaughterhouses

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

Lightin' y'all like incense, it's my spectacular turn,

Live and learn, call outs and haters the least of my concern, i earn this adjourn,