This is a song about "Ieva"

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

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