This is a song about "A"

Influences are a dime a dozen

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Yup you got a lot a

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Spit a poem or a diss

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Said when i do dirt wit her

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

With a ba and a masters

Talking about the god you serve

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them