This is a song about "A"

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

My nigga, its all love

Like a baby without a diaper

J. cole's her ghost writer

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Or let the mob handle that

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

As often, i do this

Spit a poem or a diss

That’s only if they handle

Your a show without a channel

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

A store that dosen't get a