This is a song about "Recycleing"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

Dial up words but they're not in service

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit