This is a song about "Mensch"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

An unseen being casting universal curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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