This is a song about "Wim boxen"

So i can make a difference, then make rappers feel nervous,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,