This is a song about "Dacoby"

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace