This is a song about "Hafiz"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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,

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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