This is a song about "Nz"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service