This is a song about "Flawle"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im a better rapper that is non fiction, i got better diction that i must admit

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

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