This is a song about "Fadeway"

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

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid