This is a song about "Inspirstion"

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service