This is a song about "Faydee"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

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