This is a song about "Micers"

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

Dial up words but they're not in service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix