This is a song about "Hollister"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

Haven't you ever seen anchorman

'cause it was an admired service-man

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.