This is a song about "Timmus"

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses