This is a song about "Bulldogs"

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

No not the heiress just one from an escort service