This is a song about "A b c"

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

A, b, or c choose your fatal destiny

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Like an r&b singer, bitch i'm a believer,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash