This is a song about "Friendds"

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

You got some plan? your the big man?

'cause it was an admired service-man