This is a song about "Stemscopes"

Writing line after line i never quit, finish the lyrics now its time to spit.

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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