This is a song about "Bicht"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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