This is a song about "Adolfo"

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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