This is a song about "Rhoad"

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

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit

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

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,