This is a song about "Schmidt"

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive