This is a song about "Gfsdkjhfsd"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions