This is a song about "Petruta"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service