This is a song about "Krazykidd"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.