This is a song about "A"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Influences are a dime a dozen

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

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

This bag is from seattle

Your a show without a channel

Clutchin’ on this lube and roses

Spit a poem or a diss

Playboy, i don't own that man

You're a disaster a sham,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Beautiful are thou, africa

You're a pussy not a cat

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack