This is a song about "Filip"

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses