This is a song about "Chaya"

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

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

My flow makes the economy, rise higher than our nations bureaucracy,