This is a song about "Wigger"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars