This is a song about "A"

You made me wanna

A store that dosen't get a

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

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

And i just want to hold her

I'm a pro your a minor,

Spit a poem or a diss

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

Like a bird without a cage

And i pray that never change

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one