This is a song about "Torri"

You've heard it as a myth, but this is a hype for curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

I'm the kind of kid whose main purpose is to shake earth's surface

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.