This is a song about "Frienda"

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.