This is a song about "Hiko"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

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

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.