This is a song about "Cyberbullying"

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

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

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

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge