This is a song about "Fitz"

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service