This is a song about "Ata"

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

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

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

Dial up words but they're not in service

That's why i try to write the best ill verses with real purpose,