This is a song about "Pornstar"

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

'cause it was an admired service-man

I wish that was really true man

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses