This is a song about "A"

But that's what he liked her

I'm a pro your a minor,

What a bummer, what a drag

That we ain't never had

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Its gonna be a a test

Hold up yea we the best

Cold, my style making my nose run

Influences are a dime a dozen

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her