This is a song about "Nance"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/