This is a song about "Madeleine"

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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

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,

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

Dial up words but they're not in service