This is a song about "Swagboss"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously