This is a song about "Bithces"

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

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Dial up words but they're not in service

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses