This is a song about "Denyo"

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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