This is a song about "Hta"

Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Astrology, monopolies' atrocities, poverty, economy,

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

As the devil walks thru the door they fulfill their self righteous urges

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