This is a song about "Tommie"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man

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,