This is a song about "Braydon reynoso"

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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