This is a song about "Lionel messi"

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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