This is a song about "Freeza"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,