This is a song about "Darian"

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

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

Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?