This is a song about "Constutotion"

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

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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