This is a song about "Lavina"

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

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously