This is a song about "Egoraptor"

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Each time you disperse your verses they are hurling curses

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,