This is a song about "Crepes"

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive