This is a song about "Williakm"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses