This is a song about "A"

When that money calls i holla back

What a bummer, what a drag

Like a bird without a cage

With foreign names, valet the range

Just a warning not a threat

She don’t give her nigga head

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Your a show without a channel

This bag is from seattle

You're a disaster a sham,

Playboy, i don't own that man

So you finally got the nerve

With a ba and a masters

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I'm a pro your a minor,