This is a song about "Mia zaros"

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,