This is a song about "Peacocks"

As bloodletting hounds on a slave's tail,

Smoking sinner bogus dinner ditcher drug flipper, made a sale

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.