This is a song about "Arika"

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

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

Autonomy cosmetology, follow me, you're mahogany, colony,

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

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,