This is a song about "Moer fucjer"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Spiralling down for what seems and eternity,

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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