This is a song about "Yusef"

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

A vital hazard to my rivals, they're primal planners survival's the only sign that matters

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service