This is a song about "Yaman"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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,

Dial up words but they're not in service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,