This is a song about "Arja"

I'll confess i'm just rushin it, always feels like an emergency

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

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