This is a song about "Uglynees"

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions