This is a song about "A"

Yeah, and i don't dance i just two step

Just a warning not a threat

Know just what your worth

With a ba and a masters

Let me cash you out , here hold this

Spit a poem or a diss

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Won't run out anytime soon

A boy taken for a goon

A store that dosen't get a

The science and the art, africa