This is a song about "Morkons"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service