This is a song about "Panocha"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

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