This is a song about "Bertan"

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,