This is a song about "Rugeley"

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service