This is a song about "Bf4"

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?