This is a song about "Crazt bffs"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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