This is a song about "A"

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

What a bummer, what a drag

Back when crack was enormous

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

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Just a warning not a threat

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Spit a poem or a diss

Hoping that nobody don't notice