This is a song about "Everthing"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You know better not to mess with my verses..

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.