This is a song about "Donte harriott"

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

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.

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit