This is a song about "Shaunna"

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,