This is a song about "Ames"

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

Haven't you ever seen anchorman