This is a song about "A"

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

Always knew where the pot was

And that i spent the night with her

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

Yup you got a lot a

Now hey little mama

You're a disaster a sham,

Still the man with the pan

Spit a poem or a diss

So i gotta spit to this

Like a bird without a cage

With foreign names, valet the range

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Its a challenge breaking a habit

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Like a baby without a diaper