This is a song about "Jorna"

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace