This is a song about "A rod"

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

See, i like the person that you are

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Talking of the gods you serve

With a ba and a masters

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

Ok you think a nigga shallow

It's a yes or a no

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

Dc, man over money

I'm a grade a o g