This is a song about "Glycolysis"

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,

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/