This is a song about "Georgina"

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.