This is a song about "Tooka"

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses