This is a song about "Yams"

Shopping spree, candy yam lam with the butterfly doors and prada seats

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Or even near to my family

I make food for the family, go back to insanity