This is a song about "Nella"

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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