This is a song about "Pns"

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?

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

Rhymes jumping with acrobatic verses..watchout my verses jump verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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