This is a song about "Assile"

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency