This is a song about "Kimberlee"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,