This is a song about "Pootis"

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

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,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,