This is a song about "Gurake sangha"

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,

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

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

Dial up words but they're not in service

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