This is a song about "Isakeli"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service