This is a song about "Demitri"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface