This is a song about "Reartarded"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses