This is a song about "Minecraft pvp"

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,