This is a song about "A"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

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

A store that dosen't get a

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

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

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Influences are a dime a dozen

Like a baby without a diaper

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

You're a disaster a sham,

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Spit a poem or a diss

Get my taste from all of my bitches

What a bummer, what a drag

And i got that bait, they all bad