This is a song about "Ganes"

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

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

But now its whatever, knowing your the batter of another man that matters,

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

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses