This is a song about "Soupy"

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

Making him scream, he wanted his cake and his cream

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,

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

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