This is a song about "Cociane"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

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

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service