This is a song about "Suspion"

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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

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

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit