This is a song about "Ib"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

My punch lines make you bleed internally,

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?