This is a song about "Tinashe"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

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

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Acting fearless just to get some votes doesn't serve a purpose,