This is a song about "Freinf"

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses