This is a song about "A"

That k o d a lil bit of change

Like a bird without a cage

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Influences are a dime a dozen

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You're a pussy not a cat

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Just a warning not a threat

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Like a baby without a diaper