This is a song about "Raap"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service