This is a song about "Wyyyat earp"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers