This is a song about "Necro"

Im not worried, or discouraged, you see us and you know we spit mad verses.

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

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Doctor: no!!! nurse get in here! we have an emergency!