This is a song about "Muaythai"

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,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

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,