This is a song about "Symmr"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

Turn like a fuckin waitress. go on this site much as you go to the pharmacy.

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

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