This is a song about "A cruch"

I'm a pro your a minor,

All my shit designer

What a bummer, what a drag

She always comin back

Talking of the gods you serve

With a ba and a masters

Spit a poem or a diss

Proves that ignorance is bliss

Yup you got a lot a

Just a little nigga

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium