This is a song about "Loquacious"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You know better not to mess with my verses..

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service