This is a song about "Gange"

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

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

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