This is a song about "Eetu"

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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