This is a song about "Buttfucked"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions