This is a song about "Fance"

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

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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