This is a song about "Opp"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

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