This is a song about "Tf2"

She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,

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

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service