This is a song about "Robotfighting"

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

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