This is a song about "Greta"

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

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