This is a song about "Homophoby"

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses