This is a song about "Celebrites"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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