This is a song about "Monopoli"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

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,

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service