This is a song about "Tron"

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

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

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

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service