This is a song about "Amything"

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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