This is a song about "Mayowa"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service