This is a song about "Skyrim"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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,

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

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains