This is a song about "Breezyptv"

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

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

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins