This is a song about "Lieng"

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace