This is a song about "Peroni"

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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