This is a song about "Samus"

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

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

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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