This is a song about "Golda"

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

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

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

I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.