This is a song about "Pornass"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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