This is a song about "Bobos"

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,

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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