This is a song about "Tyriq"

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

Ever since i wrote raps first, i knew i'd write perfect verses,