This is a song about "A"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Cold, my style making my nose run

Influences are a dime a dozen

When i pull up in that candy range

Like a bird without a cage

And i just want to hold her

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

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

A store that dosen't get a

She acting all extra

Yup you got a lot a

You made me wanna

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon