This is a song about "Jp"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Dial up words but they're not in service

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,