This is a song about "Tulsi"

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

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