This is a song about "Polesworth"

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Cause i got zero consumer surplus

No not the heiress just one from an escort service