This is a song about "Fuzzle buzzle"

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?

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.