This is a song about "A b c"

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

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

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

''how did he?'' easy like a. b. c. d's fruity vitamin c's.

A lovely outer surface

My first lyrics were a b plus,

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Time for you to s u c c u m b, to ma truth and see me big

Yo i dream to be also an mc but still ma raps getting a c

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy