This is a song about "Sarunge"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

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

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

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers