This is a song about "Saahir dhanani"

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

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

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