This is a song about "Jobd"

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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