This is a song about "A capella"

I swear ri got a hit with this

Spit a poem or a diss

A store that dosen't get a

You made me wanna

Top ranked, number one my son

Influences are a dime a dozen

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

Just a warning not a threat

That's boa, see that's my set

I thought i recognized her

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