This is a song about "Simritpal"

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

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

Audiences respect the witty girlness and not that dissing curtness.

Except for the lower class, now what's their purpose?

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service