This is a song about "Zaara"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax