This is a song about "Drgus"

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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