This is a song about "A ra"

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Come here i’m about to take you higher

Like a baby without a diaper

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

I thought i recognized her

A store that dosen't get a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

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

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

Who knows what the

Yup you got a lot a

This bag is from seattle

Your a horse without a saddle