This is a song about "Stormzy"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,

I inclined the bastard / to fight or i will use my knifes 'n' daggers

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses