This is a song about "A"

Its gonna be a a test

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Acquire more broads then zachary morris

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

I'm not moving like a cartoon

A boy taken for a goon

You promise that's change

Like a bird without a cage

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Beautiful are thou, africa