This is a song about "Brent grimes"

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,