This is a song about "Rei"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Another fuckin pass and see / the ball go in you call that currency

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,

Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.

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