This is a song about "Felix peyton"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.

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

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

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