This is a song about "Richboy"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

Just another day poisonin the minds of ever ready virgins