This is a song about "Forze"

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,

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

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

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains