This is a song about "Infa voiid"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

Dial up words but they're not in service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,