This is a song about "Neuer"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains