This is a song about "Tribbles"

Like we were playing a game of monopoly, living in shitty quality,

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,

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses