This is a song about "Wezley"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service