This is a song about "Scotchbroom"

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

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,

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

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

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service