This is a song about "A"

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Take a kitkat take a break,

My all gold rolly or the

Yup you got a lot a

Don’t you be holding back

What a bummer, what a drag

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

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Like a baby without a diaper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon