This is a song about "Deven"

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

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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