This is a song about "Sena"

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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,