This is a song about "A"

Cause it's like you're my mirror

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

A store that dosen't get a

So when ya see me nigga

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Its gonna be a a test

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Influences are a dime a dozen

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

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

Got me rushed to the station

Do you a need a donation