This is a song about "Trib wresteling"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Dial up words but they're not in service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?