This is a song about "Sporange"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

'cause it was an admired service-man