This is a song about "Marin"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous