This is a song about "A"

Your a show without a channel

That’s only if they handle

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

Huh, i can't interpret her

Always knew where the pot was

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

A store that dosen't get a

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

You're a disaster a sham,

Spit a poem or a diss

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

What a bummer, what a drag

This is why her nigga mad