This is a song about "Olliet"

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

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

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

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