This is a song about "Gundam"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

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

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

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service