This is a song about "A"

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Influences are a dime a dozen

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

When i pull up in that candy range

Like a bird without a cage

Do you a need a donation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him