This is a song about "A"

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Its a challenge breaking a habit

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Like a baby without a diaper

Talking of the gods you serve

With a ba and a masters

Bitch i'm from the motor, motor

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

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Spit a poem or a diss

There are times when you'll need someone

Influences are a dime a dozen

Its gonna be a a test

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest