This is a song about "A butch"

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Always knew where the pot was

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

You made me wanna

A store that dosen't get a

To liberate yourselves, africa

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Something worth dying for

I'm a pro your a minor,

I'm a sinner. i'm a churchgoer.

Good love then i can do that for her

She crazy, that stalker shit

Its a challenge breaking a habit

Do you a need a donation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win