This is a song about "Gjallarhorn"

My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

'cause it was an admired service-man

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