This is a song about "Kinfe"

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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