This is a song about "Favela"

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,