This is a song about "Beatrice"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Notable, keep it conscious, same with dante,

Destruct straight 'n' bust flames, gave birth-day/

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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