This is a song about "Independece"

I should use the unsigned verses call me in for my midnight urges

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge