This is a song about "Restiveness"

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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