This is a song about "Sikk"

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

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Dial up words but they're not in service