This is a song about "Gypsys"

Polo draws to package up my package while i'm packin in this passage

And right before i sew it drown it in the vat of acid,

Find a size fourteen, get the death's head moth

He's got the block in his claws, got the top in his jaws,

I'll end it here because i know you cant follow,

My city's so gritty people need money to borrow