This is a song about "Emilo"

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in 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,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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