This is a song about "Pullupking"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars

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