This is a song about "Hatl"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

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

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses