This is a song about "Nicole"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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