This is a song about "Pepe murding"

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

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses