This is a song about "Yahna"

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,

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service