This is a song about "A"

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

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

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Like a bird without a cage

Poke out from behind her

I'm a pro your a minor,

A store that dosen't get a

Is written in our souls, africa

Just a warning not a threat

My god come before this bread

Its a challenge breaking a habit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Its gonna be a a test

Half your body laying on my chest