This is a song about "Dau"

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

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