This is a song about "A b"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Even though i only got a b last quarter

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

His rap's a b mines an a so crap and see lines can spray

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

My first lyrics were a b plus,

One day my dad told me if i didn't get a b

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

And if you think wayne's more of a king than b-i-g,