This is a song about "Atte"

Dial up words but they're not in service

And then bitch-slap her on purpose,

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

But what satan doesn't know, is jesus is your right hand man,

'cause it was an admired service-man