This is a song about "Weos"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Who dreamed to rap up on stages with million fans and open curtains

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace