This is a song about "Soulless"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.