This is a song about "Prision"

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.