This is a song about "Mustafa"

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

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,

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service