This is a song about "Tsveti"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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

Divided families and tore 'em up and saddened mothers,

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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