This is a song about "Koriba"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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