This is a song about "Fuckng"

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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