This is a song about "Porm"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

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

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