This is a song about "Brokenhearted"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace