This is a song about "Jermaine"

'cause it was an admired service-man

So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.

And i ain't never did a bid and i don't have a little kid

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

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.