This is a song about "Lonel"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Dial up words but they're not in service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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