This is a song about "A"

With a ba and a masters

Talking about the god you serve

Just a warning not a threat

Kick back and know yo son set

Spit a poem or a diss

I got to fight this

I'm a pro your a minor,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Like a bird without a cage

And i pray that never change

You're a pussy not a cat

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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