This is a song about "Badrap"

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

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Dun giving a shit, beating the crap outta males in a fighter pit.

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

You know better not to mess with my verses..

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service