This is a song about "Ninjas"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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