This is a song about "Fior"

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

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

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

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.