This is a song about "Gonnorhea"

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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