This is a song about "Lecrae"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service