This is a song about "Vin deisel"

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

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.

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