This is a song about "Jev"

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins

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