This is a song about "Marimba"

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

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

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man