This is a song about "Hittler"

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

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,