This is a song about "Amensia"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses