This is a song about "Alysa"

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

'cause it was an admired service-man

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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