This is a song about "Heavem"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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,

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit