This is a song about "Poutine"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

But you are unhappy with success but you did that purposely

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.