This is a song about "A cappella"

Yup you got a lot a

Your gonna be on top nigga

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Just a warning not a threat

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

On the slow jam of love

I'm a pro your a minor,

My records sell, yes sir

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

Like a bird without a cage

Spit a poem or a diss

They are the coaches in this

Naked woman rub my back

What a bummer, what a drag

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon