This is a song about "Marcy petta"

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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