This is a song about "Yyet"

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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/