This is a song about "Dawid"

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses