This is a song about "Shigeru"

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

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