This is a song about "Pusses"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

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

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

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.