This is a song about "Dewi"

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

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

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Turn you niggas into urns, my furnaces re-furnish,