This is a song about "Miney"

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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