This is a song about "Alyssa"

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

No not the heiress just one from an escort service