This is a song about "Vodkat"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,