This is a song about "A compound"

Its gonna be a a test

Hold up yea we the best

Playboy, i don't own that man

You're a disaster a sham,

All dem niggas gonna hate

Take a kitkat take a break,

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Baby, you know who you are

What a bummer, what a drag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

With a ba and a masters

So you finally got the nerve

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

The flow's cold as a shoulder

Your a show without a channel

That’s only if they handle