This is a song about "Hurtripley"

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

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Expressing myself on verses

Dial up words but they're not in service