This is a song about "Brookl"

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

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?