This is a song about "Stretford"

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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

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

Behold signs for the non-believers endless sleepers in this odyssey,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace