This is a song about "A"

Spit a poem or a diss

Well, we are the roses

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Its a challenge breaking a habit

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

What a bummer, what a drag

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

And i’m ballin' bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch