This is a song about "Exonomics"

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous