This is a song about "Meyou"

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.