This is a song about "A"

She all that i can handle

Your a show without a channel

A store that dosen't get a

You're fucking with me, nigga

And panned out, i'm all in love

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

Spit a poem or a diss

Trick trick got them passes

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

With a ba and a masters

Know just what your worth