This is a song about "Yiffing"

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

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

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit