This is a song about "Frappe"

I freeze you to death like your standing for a family picture

These pigs are frickin' sippin' on liquor, fillin' their greed, gettin' bigger n' bitter

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,

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?