This is a song about "Realtalk"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,