This is a song about "Bodine"

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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